Disclaimer: I do not own Negima, or the characters that will be used in the below story, I am merely an obsessed fan.

It is my first fic so it may not be very good, so please constructive criticism only. This takes place in vol. 1 and I am using the manga version. The story is based on what it would be like if Negi wasn't exactly an English gentleman and a little bit older.

Mahou Sensei Negima / Magister Negi Magi

" Negi Springfield". "Finally," I thought, after many hard years of studying magic I was finally graduating. I proudly walked up to Magus' desk to accept my magic acadamy diploma. He handed it to me. "Thank you," I said with a grin on my face. "You deserve it Negi, you studied hard and I have great faith that you will succeed in your real world assignment."

"So Negi," said my friend Anya, "What are you going to be? I'm supposed to be a fortune teller in London." "I don't know, it hasn't shown up yet. Oh, wait, here it comes"
"A teacher in Japan!" We all said at the same time.
"Sweet!" I said, "I hear there are some really hot chicks in Japan"
"Negi, you must always respect women," said my goody-goody sister, momentarily forgetting how upset she was for me getting sent halfway across the world.
"Okay, whatever," I said rolling my eyes.
"Still though, you're to young to be traveling across the world, I'll have to talk to Magus about this"
"Forget about it Sis, I can make it without any problems"
"Nonsense, as your big sister I am obligated to ensure your well being, Magus!" She called out.

After a brief coversation with Magus.
"What!" Why can't you do anything about it Magus?" Said my sister in distress "Yeah!" Chimed in Anya, "He's just a shrimp, even though he's older than I am." she muttered.
"The diploma has spoken and even I the great Magus cannot say otherwise, dedicate yourself Negi. Try your best, Japan's youth are counting on you. As I said before, I have every confidence in you. Anyway, an old friend of mine runs the school"
"Yes sir, I will try my hardest." I said confidently.
"Yes!" I thought, "Hot Japanese chicks here I come." My sister shot me an angry glare and I just remembered that she had the power to read peoples minds without touching them. "Whoops," I said, with a sheepish perverted grin.

A few weeks of Japanese lessons, a few days of packing, and a 14 hour plane ride later. I found myself in Tokyo's train station. "Man, where is that danged track one?" I wondered. I decided to finally break down and ask for directions. I asked some guy with his girlfriend. He pointed right next to us. I looked at how it was right next to me and suddenly felt very stupid.

Later on the train to Mahora Acadamy.

"Man, I was right look at all these cute girls, I don't know where to look first." The thought of my sister talking about respecting woman popped into my head. "All right, you win," I thought.
Suddenly the train slowed abruptly and I became sandwiched in between the soft chests of two lovely young women. "Uh, sorry," I lied.
"What'sa matter kid, too bumpy a ride for ya?" Said one of the girls.
"Oh, be nice for one," her friend said to her. Soon all the girls started to chime in.
"You should have gotten off at the last stop," one said.
"Have you ever gotten off?" One joked.
I nervously laughed ignoring the remark. One girl stooped down and said you're kinda cute for a kid. Suddenly her hair brushed my nose causing me to stutter and sneeze accidentally activating my wind magic causing gigantic gust of wind to form which made all the girls skirts fly up giving a very revealing view. All talking on the train stopped and all eyes were on me.

So that's it, my first fic please read and review. I don't care about flames, but please give me reviews all the same. Any fan of Negima would know what happens next or do they? Anyway it's a cliffhanger.